I go to a church where there are no words.
Well, that’s not entirely true. To be more honest, I would have to say that I go to a church where there are many words, but none for me. You see, for the past year and a half, I’ve been attending a German LDS congregation and, let’s be real here, I simply do not know the language.
True, I can pick out pieces from a heartwarming story about a loyal cat or generally understand that there may (or may not) be a meeting of some sort on the 15th, but for all intents and purposes, my church experience is generally one of personal meditation with some distracting yet interesting background noise. [Read more...]